COMPULSION
Persistent horrors come to life
At the tips of her fingers
Tearing at the skin, a
Barrier of protection for
Long lost sanity.
It watched her, still, inanimate
Subconscious begging
Do it, do it, do it now
She was nothing more than
A vessel, tortured convenience
Mental discomfort
Eternal endurance did nothing to
Quench the thirst of obsession
Wrestling with the leaders of her
Own jurisdiction
Fighting for resolve
spoken word:
spoken word:
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